Friday, October 28, 2011

In Which I Channel Shakespeare

I am feeling contained today.

The excellent Mt. Sinai's rules have expanded to match my abilities as they increase, but it is my very abilities that constrain me.

My words rattle at the bars presented by my hands and voice. My world is cabinned by the box of my buggered vision; my mobility is cribb'd by the limits of my balance; my emotional repertoire is confined by my facial paralysis.

But I am straining at the fetters, and I can feel them creak.

Plus my pretension is unchanged!